The Wonderful Life of Derpy Hooves

 

It was another cloudless morning in Ponyville. The citizens of the small village were starting their day. Down in the market the Apple family was setting up a stall for fresh apples from their orchards, the other farmers either just arriving or already set up. Over at the library Owlowicious was turning in for the day and Spike was taking over. Down by the plaza, Rarity bids a good day to Sweetie Belle as she heads off with the other Crusaders to find their special talents. Over at the home of Ditzy and Dinky Doo, the pegasus mare and unicorn filly are saying goodbye to one another as Ditzy makes her mail run and Dinky readies to go outside to play.

 

“Have a good day at work, mommy!”

 

“I will, my little muffin! Enjoy your day with your friends. Be back before Auntie Celestia lowers the sun.”

 

The two grey ponies hug one another, “Yes mommy!”

 

Just another carefree morning in Ponyville; a town where problems may arise, but are overcome with the magic of friendship. In such a brilliant location, nothing horrible could happen... could it?

 

- - -

 

This is the setting as we find Ditzy arriving home after another day at the postal office. Shrugging off her saddlebags, Ditzy walks into the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator; somepony does need to start dinner. Opening the door to the fridge, Ditzy stumbles backwards from what she sees: The interior is bathed in crimson; the blood of many ponies coating the bottom and sides; intestines piled on plates, coated with a red sauce not unlike pasta; decaying heads, flesh peeling back in the bottom drawers as if they were no more than heads of lettuce and cabbage; livers and hearts piled in a bowl in place of fruit.

 

Ditzy vomits on the floor from the horrific sight. Upon looking back at the fridge, she sees that there were only friendly foods there. Sighing to herself, Ditzy quickly cleans the vomit from the floor before preparing dinner for herself and Dinky.

 

With dinner ready for two, Ditzy heads into the parlor to pass the time watching television while she waits for her lovable filly to return home. Chewing on some dandelion greens, Ditzy grabs the TV remote and begins clicking on it to cycle through the channels. It was only after pushing the power button on the remote at least fifty times that she realised something was wrong with the television.

 

Ditzy knew nothing about the inner workings of a television - she knew she wasn’t smart enough for that. It was also far too late in the day to bother anypony else with this, who could help her? Of course! She has a daughter, kids are good with technology! “Muffin! Mommy needs your help with the television!”, she calls.

 

. . .

 

No answer. Where was her daughter? The sun is down, she should be home by now. “Dinky, dear! Where are you?” she calls again, a hint of worry in her voice.

 

Again, no response.

 

“Oh dear. I wonder where my darling Muffin could be,” Ditzy says to the empty air in the parlor, forgetting this morning that her daughter went off to play with her friends. “It’s dark out, and Ponyville can be dangerous at night. I should go look fo--”

 

“Mommy! I’m home!”

 

Dashing over to the front door, Ditzy confronts her daughter, “Where have you been young filly? Mommy was worried about her little Muffin.”

 

“I’m sorry, mommy. I played with my friends and was invited to dinner at Applebloom’s house. I’m sorry I was late. I’m gonna go to bed now.”

 

Ditzy looks down upon her daughter, “Not until you go fix the TV, young filly.”

 

“But, ma, I’m tired.”

 

“That is no excuse, muffin! Fix this TV now!”

 

“No, ma. I--” Dinky found herself struck across the face by a gray hoof.

 

“No excuses. My little muffin was late, and I want this TV fixed. NOW!” Ditzy’s voice cracked as the last word came out in a shriek. Biting down on her young filly’s mane, she threw her into the parlor, “Fix it, now!”

 

Tears in her eyes from the pain of being thrown by her mane, Dinky crawls behind the television frantically looking for the cause of the malfunction. “Ma, the TV is just unplugged, that’s all,” Dinky says as she plugs the television back in and crawls out from behind it.

 

“Did you just call me stupid, muffin?” Ditzy asks, her voice dangerously mellow.

 

“N-no, ma. I just--”

 

“If anypony here is stupid, it’s you, you stupid, little, bit-eating, bag of flesh!”

 

Ditzy swiftly reaches out with a hoof, knocking the young unicorn onto the floor. Stepping over the young filly, Ditzy strikes her across the face again. Blood begins to drip from her nose, matting down the fur on her muzzle.

 

“Ma! I was just trying to help! Wait, ma! What--”

 

Dinky is cut off by another hoof striking her. Biting down onto her daughter’s mane, Ditzy starts dragging her out of the parlor, a trail of blood from her nosebleed dripping behind them. “Mom! You’re hurting me! Where are you taking me?”

 

“I’m taking you where you should have gone in the beginning,” Derpy explains with ice in her voice.

 

“Huh? I don’t understand, mommy. Ouch! Stop mommy! I’m really sorry, mommy!” Dinky struggles to free her mane from her mother’s grip. Her young eyes widen as the two grey ponies approach the one door in the house Dinky was never allowed in.

 

Dropping Dinky roughly on the floor, Derpy grabs a key dangling around her neck and uses it to unlock the barred metal door. As the door swings open, the two ponies are greeted by darkness and the profuse scent of death.

 

“Mom, what is--”

 

“Get in there!” Derpy reinforces the command with a stomp of her hoof on the ground.

 

Dinky crawls past Derpy, as low to the ground as she can so as to avoid any more flying hooves, and heads into the darkened room.

 

*click-clack*

 

Dinky turns around to see the door shut and locked behind her. Huddling next to the door, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the gloom, Dinky cries quietly to herself.

 

From behind the door she hears her mother, “Now, look around Muffin, what do you see?”

 

“U-uh. I-I don’t know,” Dinky replies, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of a hoof.

Looking around, Dinky sees the walls of the gloomy room are lined with shelves holding glass jars. Shakily rising up, Dinky approaches one of the jars of... pickles? Pickles were one of her favorite snacks.

 

“They’re jars of pickles, mommy.”

 

“Look closer Muffin. Those aren’t pickles.” Derpy’s mocking voice carries through the metal door.

 

Stepping closer, Dinky looks at one of the jars again. Bumping the jar slightly as she rubs the dust from it, the object inside bobbing until a small eyeball looks back at her. Stepping back, it dawned on the little filly. Unborn ponies. Every jar has a fetus in it. As the realization hits her Dinky vomits on the floor, partially digested pieces of apple spreading out in the pile of vomit.

 

Coughing to clear her throat, “These are b-baby ponies, mommy!”

 

“That’s right, Muffin,” Derpy’s voice quietly speaks from behind Dinky. The young filly quickly spins around and finds herself face to face with her mother, eyes wide open, “Now, Muffin, have you ever tasted a baby pony?”

 

With a slight gleam in her eye, Derpy slowly canters over to the shelves and carefully, oh so carefully, grabs a jar between her hooves. With the assistance of her wings Derpy turns around to face her daughter, “Do you see this? This could have been you, Muffin. You were lucky; I wanted a unicorn for a daughter. Unicorn are the smartest. I wanted a smart daughter! I had every one of these stupid pegasi aborted. But I kept them, I wanted you to see one day how much you mean to me.”

 

Drifting over to Dinky, Derpy drops the jar onto the filly’s head. Bouncing off her skull the jar falls onto the ground and shatters, scattering embalming fluid and glass everywhere. The fetus lay in the middle of the mess, staring blindly up at the young unicorn.

Overcome with the smell of decay wafting from the fetus and the fluid, the poor filly heaves onto the floor again, “Ugh! Mommy! Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me!” Dinky slides to the floor hiccuping and crying, a hint of desperation in the young filly’s voice.

 

“Oh, but I do love you, Muffin. This is why I have to do this, I need to make sure you are brought up right. Now, eat your brother.” This last sentence isn’t a statement, it’s an order.

 

Dinky can’t believe it. Mommy wants her to eat that thing? Is she being serious? She can’t be, it’s not like mommy to do this. “Mommy, it’s icky, and gross. I don’t think fillies are supposed to eat thi--”

 

Dinky‘s statement is cut short as a hoof strikes her face, knocking her onto her side and into the embalming fluid. Sitting up Dinky looks into her mother’s eyes, “My little Muffin needs to eat her treat. Now!”

 

“B-but, mom, I c-can’t. It’s too gross!”

 

Derpy glares down at her daughter. Without warning, she puts her hooves on top of Dinky’s head and forces her muzzle into the mushy decayed fetus. An overwhelming stench of death and rot fills the filly’s senses as bits of the fetus are crammed into her muzzle. Willing herself to not vomit again, the filly cries openly now, tears soaking into her already damp fur.

 

Grinning, Ditzy rubs Dinky’s muzzle back and forth through the fetus until it becomes an unrecognizable mush, “Now, lick it up dear.”

 

“Y-yesh, m-ma.” Quietly mumbles through the mess.

 

Sticking her tongue out, Dinky licks at the mush. She tastes the bitter of the fluid alongside the flavor of rot and, most of all, death. The taste combined with the smell is overwhelming. Dinky heaves the last of the food she ate into the mess. The last few bits drip from her muzzle into the nasty mix.

 

“Eat more, Muffin!” Derpy shrieked, her voiced tinged with the ecstasy of enjoyment.

 

“B-b-but it’s so grossh. Ma! I can’t take it!” Dinky cries into the mush and vomit.

 

Disappointed, Derpy steps back from Dinky’s head letting the young filly lift herself out of the mess on the floor, “Fair enough, Muffin.”

 

Bringing a hoof up, Derpy drives it into the young filly’s skull, knocking her flat into the pile of mush and vomit. Derpy then kicks Dinky in the side to roll her over onto her back, “Mommy. I-is i-it over?”

 

Stepping over her daughter, Derpy looks down at her with a kind expression, “Oh, no, Muffin. We’ve just star--”

 

Derpy was interrupted by the sound of high-pitched voices singing from her parlor. Walking away from the crying unicorn on the floor, Derpy heads out of the room, locking the door behind her.

 

*click-clack*

 

Ditzy Doo walked into the parlor to find three fillies bouncing about the room peering under sofa cushions and checking behind curtains, “Why, hello, muffins. What are the three of you doing out this late?”

 

The three fillies --Applebloom the yellow earth filly, Sweetie Belle the white unicorn filly, and Scootaloo the orange pegasus filly-- stop running around and line up in front of Ditzy. “We’re looking for Dinky. She left her honorary Cutie Mark Crusaders cape at Applebloom’s,” the white unicorn filly pipes up.

 

Ditzy opens her mouth to speak, but Applebloom continues for Sweetie Belle, “So we came over to give Dinky her cape, but she’s not around, so we’re trying to find her!”

 

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Filly Finders, yay!” the three shout together.

 

Finally, Ditzy is able to talk, “I know where my Muffin is, I could take you to her,” she says in a sickeningly sweet tone.

 

The three fillies set off after Ditzy as she leads them to the metal door. Unlocking the door, she turns back to the fillies, “Go on inside if you want to find my little Muffin.”

 

The smell of death and decay leaking from the room is enough to halt the three fillies in their tracks. “She’s... in there?” Sweetie Belle quietly asks from behind the other two.

 

“Yes she is. It’s quite safe inside. I’ll follow you girls,” Derpy grins reassuringly at the young ponies.

 

“O-okay,” Sweetie Belle squeaks as the three fillies walk into the darkened room.

*click-clack*

 

“Golly, It sure is dark in 'ere!” Applebloom pipes up to break the silence. “Yeah, and it smells really bad too,” adds in Sweetie Belle. “At least the walls are great for singi--” Scootaloo stops mid-sentence when the three fillies spot Dinky lying on her back crying, her fur still damp with vomit and mush.

 

“Holy horse-apples! What ‘appened to Dinky?” Applebloom yells as Derpy forcibly turns her around.

 

Staring at the yellow filly, Derpy smiles, “Would you like to know what happened to my Muffin?” Applebloom finds herself pushed by Derpy against one of the jar-covered walls. “I’ll show you exactly what happened to my Muffin!”

 

Derpy spins around, and - in a motion that would have made Applejack jealous under other conditions - bucks Applebloom in the side driving the earth filly into the shelves. Jars rain down all across the wall shattering on the ground, covering the floor with embalming chemicals and shards of glass. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are left in stunned silence. For a short moment only the sounds of dripping liquid, the clink of glass, and Dinky’s quiet sobbing can be heard.

 

“This is what happened to my Muffin,” Derpy explains to the two fillies as she bucks Applebloom in the side of her head.

 

Bravely approaching Derpy and Applebloom, the orange pegasus filly looks at the grey mare, “Stop hurting her! I’ll do anything you want, just stop hurting Applebloom.”

 

Looking down at the orange filly - without a hint of anger or rage on her face - Derpy grins. “Anything?” she asks innocently. Scootaloo nods without hesitation. She doesn’t want to show her fear.

 

Derpy looks towards Dinky, “I want you to rape my Muffin. She needs to learn how to be right.”

Scootaloo follows Derpy’s gaze, noticing Dinky is unconscious, “You want me to do what?” Scootaloo says, her voice filled with concern and confusion.

 

Derpy drove one of her back hooves into Applebloom's head once more, cracking the paneling and coating the wall with a splattering of blood. Derpy stared at Scootaloo, her hoof keeping Applebloom pinned to the wall, a serious expression on her face, "You heard me: Rape Dinky."

 

Scootaloo glanced between Derpy and Applebloom; there was a pitiful look on the young apple farmer's broken and bloodied face, and an emotionless expression on the grey mare's face. This was serious. If Scootaloo didn't act now... she didn’t want to think about what would happen.

 

"Alright! Alright!" she yelled. "I'll do what you want. Just stop hurting her!"

 

"Good," Derpy gave the young filly a grin, bringing her hoof away from Applebloom's head, letting the young earth filly fall to the ground, little more than a heap of bruised and bloodied meat.

 

Scootaloo stumbles towards Dinky, looking back at Derpy, “I-I don’t think I can do this. I don’t even-” Derpy grins at Scootaloo, her hoof hovering just over Applebloom’s skull.

 

Scootaloo gulps and approaches Dinky, the smell of the vomit almost causing her to vomit in response. Fighting back the urge, “Now what?”

 

Of course. This worthless little pegasus wouldn’t know what sex is, would she? Slowly, Derpy drifts over towards the two fillies in the middle of the room, a maddening grin on her face. Scootaloo cringes slightly at her approach but stands her ground, anything to protect her friends.

 

“It’s quite simple. You just need to move over top of my Muffin,” Derpy grabs her purple mane with her mouth and pulls Scootaloo over top of Dinky in a mockery of the sixty-nine position. Derpy drifts in front of Scootaloo, gently cradling the filly’s head between her hooves. The grey mare and the orange filly stare at each other for a moment before Derpy’s smile cracks wider and she shoves the filly’s muzzle against Dinky’s muff, “Lick my Muffin. Rub your muzzle back and forth.”

 

Scootaloo, with tears in her eyes, does as she was instructed, rubbing her snout between Dinky’s hind legs, “Good. Don’t stop. Make my Muffin happy.”

 

The smell of the room, the dim light, the commanding voice. Scootaloo’s senses were being driven crazy. Deep down, something in her enjoyed this, “I-It feels good.”

 

*click-clack*

 

It seems like hours pass. Sweetie Belle lays curled in the corner sobbing to herself, Scootaloo lost in her own mind on top of Dinky, Applebloom a broken heap against one of the walls.

 

*click-clack*

 

Derpy drifts back into the room with her mailpony saddlebags on her sides, the gloomy light of the room catching a glint of metal off of something inside the saddlebags. Still going mad from the barrage of senses and emotions, Scootaloo is oblivious to the arrival of Derpy, who reaches into one of her saddlebags with her mouth.

 

The sound of metal sliding along leather seems like screaming compared to the silence of the room. A mid-sized kitchen knife is slowly drawn from the bag, Derpy grinning around the wooden handle in her mouth, “Don’t stop, my little pegasus.”

 

Gently pinning one of Scootaloo’s wings onto the floor with her hooves Derpy brings the knife into the air. “Here’s one I learned from Pinkie Pie.”

 

Down comes the knife, driving through the muscles of Scootaloo’s margin, stopping as it strikes the bone, causing blood to spatter all over the grey mare and her helpless victim.

 

Screaming and wailing, Scootaloo rears off of Dinky, only to be rolled to the side as Derpy hacks again into Scootaloo’s margin, “Hush, little one. It will be over soon.”

 

It takes three more strikes before the under-developed bone finally gives and the kitchen knife takes the wing off, carrying the horrid sound of torn muscle with it. Scootaloo’s blood begins to mix with the filth already coating the floor. Ignoring the screams of protest, Derpy quickly repeats the process with the second wing.

 

“There, little one. You are no longer a stupid, filthy pegasus,” Derpy whispers in the ear of Scootaloo, unaware that the pegasus had passed out minutes ago.

 

Looking down at the unconscious orange filly on the floor, it dawned on the grey mare that the filly was no longer on top of Dinky, "You silly filly. I didn't tell you to stop. I have to punish you for this." Walking behind the orange filly, Derpy rears onto her hind legs, swiftly and brutally bringing her front hooves down onto Scootaloo's knees, breaking the kneecaps and crippling the filly. Stopping to admire her work, she notices a soft, frightened voice emanating from behind her.

 

“J-just g-giggle at the g-ghostie... G-g-guffaw at the grossly...”

 

Derpy turns her head towards the quiet song. Sweetie Belle. A unicorn, a smart filly. Using her wings, Derpy drifts towards the white ball crying in the corner of the room. “What is wrong, little Muffin?” Derpy asks the filly in her sickeningly sweet voice.

 

Sweetie Belle peers up at the blood-stained grey mare hovering above her, “I-I just want to go home. I miss my big sister!” Sweetie Belle starts sobbing again.

 

“It’s okay, Muffin. There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Derpy manages to say around the knife handle in her mouth. Sweetie Belle tries to smile back as Derpy gives her a big grin.

 

The strike happens in a flash. Sweetie looks at Derpy in horror as she feels warmth spread over her neck. Crimson flows freely from Sweetie Belle’s now severed windpipe as she starts coughing and sputtering on her own lifeblood. She tries to let out a yelp, but the room is left silent.

 

“Crack up at the creepy,

 

“Whoop it up with the weepy.”

 

The grey mare turns from the bleeding filly as her white coat becomes stained in her own red blood. “Now that Scootaloo isn’t a pegasus, my little Muffin doesn’t need to be with two earth ponies.” Derpy’s attention drifts back towards Applebloom.

 

A groan from the center of the room. Looking towards the two fillies there Derpy spots Dinky stirring in the gloom, “Don’t worry, Muffin. I’ll be right with you. Mommy has some medicine for you.”

 

Returning to her saddlebags, Derpy swaps the knife for a melon baller and slowly makes her way towards Applebloom. Derpy pushes the yellow filly around with a stray hoof until Applebloom’s head is within reach. With one fluid motion she drives the melon baller into Applebloom’s eye socket, withdrawing her eyeball intact, “Mommy has your medicine, Muffin. I’ll be right there.”

 

Carefully making her way back towards the sprawling form of Dinky.

 

*click-clack*

 

The grey mare gently lays down next to her daughter, “I know you’re tired, Muffin. You need to take this medicine to be all right.” Derpy gently props open Dinky’s jaw and drops the eyeball into her daughter’s mouth, “Swallow, Muffin. Don’t chew.”

 

Dinky reflexively bites onto the eyeball in her mouth; it bursts like an overripe grape, the salty liquid coating the inside of Dinky’s mouth. Horrified, Derpy lashes out with her hoof at the grey filly, “You didn’t listen to mommy! Now I need to get more medicine.”

 

Making her way back towards the yellow filly Derpy kicks her in the face, “My Muffin didn’t like your gift. Let’s try it again.” Derpy’s grin widens so far that it threatens to tear as she removes Applebloom’s second eyeball with the melon baller and leisurely cantors back to her daughter in the middle of the room.

 

Laying down next to her filly again, Derpy looks at her with caring eyes, “Let’s try it again, Muffin. Don’t bite, we don’t want to waste the last of the medicine.”

 

Slowly Dinky works the eyeball into the back of her mouth and swallows. Seeing this, Derpy smiles and strokes the filly’s face with a hoof, “See. My little Muffin will be all better now.” At this, the barely-conscious filly smiles at her mommy before passing out again.

 

“Chortle at the pukey.”

 

Derpy bolts up at the sound of a new voice in the room. Turning around, the last thing she sees is a flash of pink as the kitchen knife is driven into her neck.

 

“Snortle at the spooky,”

 

Derpy thrashes on the ground screaming, warm crimson pouring from the severed arteries. A pair of pink hooves pulls the grey mare away.

 

*click-clack*

 

 

--- --- ---

 

 

Weeks have passed since that infamous night. The four battered fillies were found barely alive and were rushed to the hospital. Though they survived the horrible ordeal, each has been permanently scarred, mentally and physically. Fluttershy has taken it upon herself to help them cope, so here we find the four fillies visiting her cabin. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash wait outside.

 

With a small sip from her cup of tea, Rarity turns towards Applejack, "Darling, how are things on the farm with your new guest?"

 

"Well, Ah don't have any problems having Dinky around. She keeps Applebloom company when Big Mac or Ah ain’'t ‘round. Ah don't know if she's good company or not, but the two fillies are talking to us again, so that's good,” Applejack replies in her matter of fact tone, the wind tugging at her mane free from her hat.

 

"I understand, darling. Sweetie Belle tries to help out around the shop, but it's dreadfully quiet without her sweet songs," Rarity looks away to blink tears from her eyes. "Rainbow Dash, you've been keeping in touch with Scootaloo. How is the dear holding up?"

 

Dash sits on the stool, staring blankly at the tablecloth.

 

"Rainbow? You okay there, girl? You're awfully quiet."

 

Rarity stands up and slides over to Dash's side, "Darling?" Rarity sets a hoof gently on Dash's back.

 

"I hate this!" Rainbow Dash screams into the air, Rarity taking a step back in fright. "I hate not having Scootaloo follow me around! I hate hearing the ponies in town whisper about the evil grey mare! I hate all of this!"

 

Rarity turns away crying softly while Applejack moves over and gives Dash a hug, "Ah understand, Rainbow. But you need to be brave for Scootaloo, the little filly looks up to you." Applejack cringes, realizing what she just said.

 

Dash's face hardens as she pushes away from the table and Applejack. Glaring at Applejack, Dash bolts into the air from the two mares. Applejack drops her gaze to the ground at her hooves as Rarity approaches and leans against the orange mare to offer comfort, “She’ll be back. Ditzy was a friend of hers after all.”

 

Meanwhile inside the cabin, Fluttershy is laying on one of her chairs, the four fillies huddled together on the sofa, “I’m glad you dears could finally tell me about what happened, it’s a good step on the road of recovery.”

 

Applebloom, her sister’s hat draped over her head to cover her bandaged and empty eye sockets, sits quietly with a mute Sweetie Belle weeping silently into the yellow filly’s coat. Scootaloo is sitting next to Dinky, the grey filly staring blankly ahead. The orange filly looks longingly at a pair of birds, as they flutter in through an open window.

 

“Umm. Do you dears want to talk some more today?”

 

Sweetie Belle shakes her head back and forth, still weeping into Applebloom’s side, “Ah would like to just go home for today, Fluttershy,” the yellow filly states plainly.

Scootaloo sighs as she tears her eyes from the birds and steps stiffly from the sofa, her hind legs refusing to bend properly. Dinky continues to sit still, staring forward.

 

“Okay, dears. I’ll be here if you need to talk with me some more. You know, if that’s okay with you.”

 

“Thank you, Fluttershy. We’re just glad we won’t have to go through this ever again,” the orange wingless pegasus explains as she helps the grey filly down from the sofa.

 

 

 

 

*click-clack*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Mommy...?”